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- Morsels - Pot Pourri
The
Keys
by Nancy Ness
We
drove and drove south to the Keys and then we drove some more.
Deer said I'd see some places that I'd never been before.
Seemed hours passed before we crossed the seven mile bridge
By then we wished that we had thought to bring food from the fridge.
Deer said, "That restaurant's really great - They've got a grand
buffet!"
By then we'd passed it, so I said, "We'll just come back this
way"
We had no choice on that of course, there's one road in and out
So I looked forward to a feast once we had turned about.
On Deer Key now - no Big Macs there, just yucky Burglar King
Instead of feasting we just got some coke and chicken wings.
Back on the road southwestward bound, we crossed the last causeway.
The end of earth before us standing drenched in sunshine's ray.
Around about we drove and stopped of course at Southernmost.
There is no more US ends here - I've now toured all East Coast.
Then what to do and what to see - We'd start with Hemingway.
Without a doubt, no questions asked - That really made the day.
This stately mansion even now the finest on the isle,
A paradise in paradise - Kicked back and stayed awhile...
The essence still pervades today of "Old Man and the Sea."
Best friend and captain living still is now one hundred three.
The six-toed cats remain as well now numbered sixty-one.
They grace the gardens and the grounds, all basking in the sun.
The spirit of Sir Hemingway does surely emanate
From every corner of his home his artefacts equate.
Envisioning his catwalk to his writing studio,
We followed Ernest's proclaimed route and trod to "Sloppy
Joe's"..
Amazing to experience the stroll down Street Duval.
We laughed at Ernest's dragging 'long a rusty urinal...
We wandered 'bout and bought some stuff so we'd recall this day.
I'm grateful to have seen the world of Ernest Hemingway.
But then, of course, 'twas time to go, "It's getting late,"
thought we...
Then drove in circles for awhile - No exit from the Key!
We never found that grand buffet while we were driving back
We snuck in "Snook's" instead to dine - We had enough Big Macks...
We found our way - 'Twas a long day - and now I'm sure it's true.
That "You can leave Key West, but then Key West will not leave
you.."
On Meeting Hemingway
To
take a step through times of yore - In search
of Hemingway
From Sloppy Joe's a
leisure stroll - Duval to Whitehead Street
Each photo speaks
of decades fore - Simplicity the way
A tale For Whom
the Bell might Toll - Where past and
present meet
Of families and
homespun time - For Old Man and the Sea
A tropic paradise
so grand - Each morn spawned fine redact
There penned much
prose 'mongst touch of rhyme - Enscripted
brilliantly
From suite to loft,
once catwalk spanned - His studio intact
With sixty felines
'bout the grounds - Cats basking in the sun
To Have and Have
Not his
avow - Now Papa's legacy
The essence of
bygone abounds - Cavort till day is done
Though novel words
long silenced now - His message holds the Key
It's said that cats
live one times nine - This six-toed cat was
his
For just one moment
he was mine - And that's the way it is!!!
A simile is as easy as pie, but a
metaphor is a piece of cake!
Poetry From the Generations - Nan's Morsels
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